Hard Riddles

In the land of the green glass door there are riddles but no answers, sheets but no blankets, and books but no words. Name something found in the land of the green glass door.

In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people’s solitude, they keep. What is it?

Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.

It can cause deflation of tires when dropped from the rear of spy cars.

It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can’t harm a wooden club.

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.

It doesn’t live within a house, nor does it live without. Most will use it when they come in, and again when they go out.

It flies when it’s on and floats coming off.

It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.

It happens when something has been cut with H2O.

It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.

It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it’s cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin’.

It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye

It is a sound of empty, speak and it’ll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you’ll get the same words back.